_Wildflowers dreams
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly.… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly.… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to hold on to the good memories Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not… Continue reading
Don’t make me sad. Don’t make me cry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need good song. We need good times and laughter. Life moved too quickly. Don’t make me sad. Don’t make… Continue reading
You cross my mind in the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a wild dance. Leave us holding tightly. Hoping forever with the breaking dawn ready to end the perfect… Continue reading
Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together Deeper and deeper… Continue reading
Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live. Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did… Continue reading
Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dance, sing and laugh. But remember. Treat love like the rice paper of life. Can be easily damaged and cannot be repaired. Love demand payment.… Continue reading
Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me… Continue reading
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading
Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading